Keep this place in mind,the peace you came to, pausing hereby Indian River. The water greenas absinthe, the thunderingso like silence

Think of birdsyou saw, or heard—the dipperbalancing on a stonebefore it entered the stream,the easy torrent of songreleased from the throat of a wren.You have come to admirea music that isn’t humanand here, it’s everywherein leaf, bird, and fallingwater. Something otherthan our own—the inexplicable greennessof these deep pools—and yet analogousto the mind’s clearest impulse.